A Bela Mulher Leva o Filho para Trabalhar na Cidade

“Lawyer He, we’ve known each other for years. The land dispute between Jiang’an Group and the tea plantation—”
“No comment.”
Atop the cliff, a handsome young man in a deep blue suit ended the call, cast a final glance at the mist swirling between the peaks, and turned to leave. Suddenly, a force struck him from behind.
Bang—
His body crashed into the slope of tea trees, branches and leaves thickly covering him. Blood trickled from his forehead, seeping into the crevices of rock and into the soil at the foot of the tea trees. His lips grew pale from blood loss.
Abruptly, mist rose among the green hills and clear waters. A barefoot youth in a long robe walked through the fields, his long hair tied behind his ear with a single tea leaf. He parted the foliage, bent down, and gently lifted the unconscious man, pressing his fingertips against the wound.
The bleeding stopped.
...
Wuyi, day of Awakening of Insects.
Every year, at this time, the mountain opens and the tea is worshipped. Bathed and fragrant, worshippers call to the tea god, shouting to the mountains: “Please sprout! Please sprout!”
Spring is bright this year; tea trees, please sprout. Old trees renew their branches, winds and rains are favorable.
In front of a small earthen building at the foot of the mountain, the sun lazily shone as a young man in blue clothes carried out a bamboo basket. Inside lay a tiny baby, face pressed against a buckwheat pillow, soft and round as a rice cake, lashes long and curled, sound asleep.
This youth was Bai Qingyu, tea god of this realm. He lift